Thanks for the good reviews. This is my first fanfic—I never realized how much work it was! I'm trying to reallybuild up some tension between P and K, so bear with me.Chapter 2is a little short, so maybe this afternoon I can do another one.

Chapter 2

Keely and Phil sat on the floor by their lockers eating the Nirday cookies.

"These are really great, Keel," Phil said.

"Well, I kinda feel like it's not enough," Keely said, "but I didn't know what else to do for the boy from the future who's got it all."

"It's perfect though. I mean, officially, I haven't even been born yet, so I'm lucky to get anything. You should have seen Pim's gift," Phil said, rolling his eyes.

Keely laughed. "I'm impressed she got you anything at all!"

Phil scratched his head. "Oh, she got me something all right. She got me fleas. When I woke up this morning, she was in my bedroom trying to steal my Wizard. Hers fell in the toilet last night and short-circuited. But when I tried to grab it from her, she managed to hit me with a Body Change ray and I turned into a dog."

"What kind?" Keely asked. "I love dogs!"

"I don't know. One with fleas," Phil said, still scratching, "That's why I was so late to class—Dad had to chase me around the yard before he could turn me back. I couldn't stop running. For some reason I kept thinking that he was trying to give me a bath."

"I wish I could have seen you! I would have rubbed your tummy!" said Keely. She paused a second realizing what she had said. I just told Phil I would rub his tummy. I just told Phil I would rub his tummy? Great, Teslow. Just great.

"Uh, Keel?" said Phil, "You're talking to yourself. . . . If I didn't know better, I would think you were Pim in a Keely suit."

"Oh, sorry. . . . That sounded a little weird. The tummy-rubbing thing. I mean, I'd rub any dog's tummy, and if you were a dog, I'd rub yours. I'm not saying I would rub your tummy as it now stands . . . in human form, you know," she pointed at his stomach. "That would be weird. I mean—" she broke off when Phil shoved a cookie in her mouth.

"It's okay, Keely," Phil said, grinning. "I'd rub your tummy, too."

Teslow, get with the program, Keely told herself. Rub his tummy? What are you thinking? This is not what you meant by telling him how you feel. This is idiotic. . . . Now he thinks you're a complete lunatic. Keely glanced at her best friend, who was stuffing his face with cookies. Keely wondered what he thought of her, what he'd think of the two of them moving on to something besides "best friends." They'd come close to stepping over that line many times, but either the timing was off or Keely was only dreaming. If he liked me, she thought, wouldn't he have done something by now? Dancing in his garage that night, I could have sworn there was some kind of connection, not just a friendly one. I kept saying over and over in my head "Kiss me, Phil. Kiss me, Phil," and I really thought he was going to. He had that look in his eyes. Serious and scared and nervous and thrilled all at once, right? But maybe he didn't. Maybe I just imagined it. It's been two years. Something would have happened by now, especially after he got so jealous over Robby the robot that time.

Keely looked at Phil. He was rummaging through his backpack looking for the Wizard so he could spray-can a couple glasses of milk to wash down the cookies. She didn't want to scare him with her more-than-friends feelings. At heart, Keely was a traditional girl, and she thought that waiting on him to take it to the next level was the right thing to do. And Phil as a friend was better than no Phil at all. She could wait as long as it took. In the meantime, she'd give him all the signs she could. She didn't want to make a fool of herself, but that was getting harder to do every day. She could barely contain her feelings for Phil. Every chance she got, she would intentionally touch his hand while they walked to class. Last week she had even "accidentally" sat in his lap on the Diffys' couch while they worked on their algebra homework together. She told him she'd lost her balance. It couldn't have been more obvious to Keely, of course, and Phil had taken that opportunity to tickle her within an inch of her life.

The bell rang and Phil stood and held out his hand to help her up off the floor. He smiled, and she saw a little bit of chocolate on his bottom lip.

"Phil, you got something there," Keely said, and with her index finger, she wiped off his lips.

Phil was surprised, his eyes wide open, and when she touched him he nearly melted. Diffy, he thought, what are you going to do? It took everything he had not to grab her and kiss her on the spot. He clenched his teeth in desperation. Not in front of the entire school Diffy! She doesn't know what she's doing to me. She has no idea.

"Chocolate, yum," Keely said, her heart racing. I can't believe myself sometimes, she thought, suddenly embarrassed. She stuck her finger in her mouth absentmindedly, blushing, tasting chocolate. Come on Phil, can't you see? I'd never wipe chocolate from any other guy's lips. You're the one, Future Boy. The only one. She looked at him and smiled. He doesn't know what he's doing to me. He has no idea.